"I'll admit I may have seen better days,
but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail,
like a salted
peanut"(Margo Channing)

Thursday, 8 September 2016

No Painting, Mrs Simmons and Police Porn

It's lunchtime and still I have not got around to painting the remainder of the front room!
I was up at 5.30 taking the Prof to work in order to be around for 7 am ( the earliest time when the new fridge was being delivered)
It duly arrived around 10.30 and we had the usual performance from Winnie as the two delivery men were " encouraged" to make a fuss. One gave her a big kiss on the chops which sent her into paroxysms of delight........she's sulking now because no one else has knocked on the door!

So we have a fridge now......the Prof's life is no longer shite!
I've done some shopping and filled the fridge , then dropped Mary down the lane to Trendy Carol's house to play with her Welsh Terrier Bitch Seren ( see video)

I thought with Mary occupied I could then get on with painting unhindered.Wrong!
I had just reached the gate when I spied Mrs Simmons walking down the lane.
She waved for me to stop.
" Bob's gravestone has been put in the churchyard" she said " I wondered if you would come with me to see it?"
It had been a year since I read the eulogy at her husband's funeral service.
The stone and inscription on the gravestone was simple and fitting and I told Mrs Simmons that as we
Stood amid the graves looking at it.
She can talk the hind leg off a donkey can Mrs Simmons , so as nice as she is, I was glad to see police personnel Ian and Jo walk up with their greyhound in tow for they took over the conversation nicely.

Anyhow speaking of the police, I was spoilt last night with a difficult choice of tv viewing/ radio listening. We had got back after a rather good Thai meal out when I realised that I had not see Bake off or listened to day three of Helen's trial in The Archers.
There was also a new reality cop show on sky ( The Force -Essex) to give the once over to
(The Prof always raises a Roger Moore eyebrow when reality cop shows come on the tv....he refers to my drooling addiction to men in uniform as Police Porn! ) ...oh.....and it was the Opening Ceremony of the Paralympics to watch.......so I was spoilt by choice.....
In the end I watched and listened to all four, so I didn't get to bed until the small hours.

29 comments:

What a busy and varied life you seem to lead John - nothing humdrum about it, I will say that. Those two terriers will be worn out by the time you fetch Mary home, so you should get a bit of peace there.

Meanwhile John ... my husband used to tease me about being a ghoul because I like Old graveyards .. I love the time worn stones and the angels .. The really sad ones are when a few people in one family died at the same time ... some fever that went through in those days .And I love the stones, with the angels and beautiful work carved into them.So much more loving in its way than those great granite slabs that they put on graves here/these days..or worse, no stone, just a little thing on the ground that tells you someone is buried at your feet.

I keep hoping someone will offer you a movie contract to do the story of Trelawynd and your life with the Prof and doggies and all, and pay you to narrate it!!! You have the most beautiful accent and your voice is perfect for narration...or, they could hire you to play yourself AND narrate. Really lovely voice. Please let us hear more of it!

You do like a man in uniform don't you, it's a shame my lot haven't all kept their uniforms you could have come round and drooled in person ... I have ex-Royal Navy, ex-Army and ex-Police in my three men ;-)

The hand-held camera really created an atmosphere of reality and suspense, but I cannot help thinking that the dog was hand-held too, otherwise how could you refer to it without getting down on your knees and up again so quickly?

Top Tip: Get a sponge muffler for your microphone, and be mindful of wind direction (no pun, etc...) and spitting 'P's into it.